Yesterday, Buttercup informed me that "tomorrow" was the 50th day of school. She needed to dress up like someone from the 50's. Also, her class was having a Cakewalk.
As I searched her room for non-existent poodle skirts, she asked, "Mom, what's a Cakewalk?"
"You've participated in a Cakewalk before." I reminded her. "Everyone walks in a circle and when the music stops you jump on a number. Whoever's number is called gets a cake."
"Are you sure?" She asked, wrinkling her nose, "I don't think this will be the same. This is a Cakewalk from the 50's. It will be different."
"Um, no." I reassured her, "I'm sure it will be the same."
"But mom!" She declared, "They probably didn't even have cake way back then."
Should I tell her about how Grandma had to walk uphill both ways to school in six feet of snow all summer long?